“Okay. You can if you want. But if you would like to stay here with me, I would like you to,” looking at me with hope but also clear understanding that if I chose to go to the other room, he would respect it.
“Yeah. Okay. I, ah,” stammering trying to get my weariful thoughts out of my mouth.
“Charlie, Honey, it’s okay if you are not ready yet,” Jim said sincerely.
“No, umm, it’s not that. I mean, it is a little.” I took a breath to recenter myself. “I have never slept with someone else in the same bed before other than my parents when I was little. But, I ah… I don’t want to hurt you,” whispering. I knew I was blushing a pale red. “I tend to be a tornado in my sleep.”
Jim reached his hand out, so I gave him mine and he kissed my knuckles, one at a time. “I’m not worried. I would like for you to stay with me,but only if you want to,” giving my hand one final kiss, this time the center of my palm, like it would help convince me to stay. It wasn’t needed. I nodded and told him I’d be right back.
I went to change into my multi-blue striped pajama set. I stopped in the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. While there, I found his robe, so I grabbed it and headed back to his room where he was lying where I left him. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I tossed his robe on the foot of the bed which distracted him. I looked in his open closet and found a neatly organized wardrobe hanging there. “Do you have a preference in sleepwear, Jimmy,” I asked over my shoulder.
He licked his bottom lip and sucked it in, eyes intense, “Yes. Naked.” Making me spin around, my eyes blowing wide, which in turn made him laugh out loud, then groaning from discomfort again. “I’m just joshin’ you, Honey,” giggling again and rolling his eyes before he added, “sort of. But it really doesn’t matter. Just not the white set, just in case I bleed in the night, yeah?”
I grabbed a dark grey set. I turned and walked to him and just stood there not knowing how to do this or help. I’ve only ever seen one person naked before and it was Jim’s best friend yesterday, let alone touching someone in a state of undress.
I could feel my breathing start to escalate.
“Charlie!”
“Huh?” I looked up at Jim. He had a concerned look on his face.
“I said your name three times. Where did you go? Are you okay, Honey?”
“Yes, sorry. Um… I, ah, was trying to think how to do this,” going to toss the pajama set down with his robe, swinging it away, but changing my mind and pulled it close again, like I needed it for a shield.
“Are you flipping your lid because you are about to help me undress?” He gave me a teasing smirk, the asshole. “Because by the looks of it, you are excited.”
I gave him a confused look, then I saw him glancing down my body. When I looked, my pants were standing out, my erection trying to turn them into a tent. I immediately turned around in humiliation, “Oh. My. God!”
I was mortified.
I heard an airy laugh behind me. “It’s not funny, Jim. I don’t even know how that happened?”
“Charlie, it’s okay. It happens. Especially at your age,” lightly laughing some more. “It really doesn’t take much to make our friend come alive.”
While he calmed down, I readjusted myself, so my“friend”was sticking up through my elastic waist band and my shirt was hanging over it, so it couldn’t be seen. After, I turned around without looking at Jim, knowing now I was the same shade of red as the tomato soup we ate. “Charlie, will you look at me, please?”
I peeked up but didn’t make direct eye contact, instead focusing on anywhere else I could look. “Why don’t we start by pulling this pillow out from my back so we can get me twisted around,” he suggested. I did as he asked, getting him up with his legs over the edge of the bed.
He unbuttoned his own shirt, and the farther down he got the more skin he revealed. He had a light dusting of dark blonde hair on his chest and stomach. His chest looked like two puffed and taunt pillows, but when he flexed, they lost some of their softness and became hard plateaus. His nipples stood out in little peaks and were an attractive red clay color. I wanted to lick them so bad. This wasn’t helpingmy problem down below. When Jim stopped moving, I realized I had been staring.
Fuck. At this rate, my face would never go back to its normal color. I helped slip his arms out of the shirt and set it aside. That only left his slacks, which I now realize I’m going to have to do because he can’t twist or bend over.
Before I knew what I was saying, I asked, “Are you wearing undergarments?”
Oh. My. God.
I slapped my own face.
Jim laughed, then groaned, “You have got to stop making me laugh, Charlie,” as he continued to chuckle anyway.
“I’m so glad my embarrassment is entertaining for you,” keeping my face covered, making my voice come out all muffled. I felt a hand on mine and them being pulled away.
Jim was looking at me with mirth but with a little bit of a pinch too. “Sorry,” then bounced his head from side to side, “kind of,” smirking. “I have undergarments on. I’ll unbutton the tops and let them fall if you could just help me step out of them and into my pajama bottoms. Standing is starting to hurt a bit.”
“Yes, of course. Sorry,” feeling like a big git for making this all about me and my embarrassment when he’s standing here hurting while trying to get comfortable for bed. We got his pants off, me down in front of him, but also, me avoiding looking at his groin area completely. He was wearing Jockey Briefs, so when I had him take one step forward into his pajama bottoms, it gave me a nice look at his butt contained in the tight white ribbed fabric.
Holy. Hell.
